Prison Rot
RE: SURGENCE; poems about mental illness
She looks vacantly
through the glass
lost and broken,
empty and numb
She glares at the sun
blinded and aching,
burning and hurt
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Her silence like thorns
prickle painfully against
paper-thin skin
wearing away barriers
like a cancer in the mind
-
And endless grey
bleeds behind her lashes,
seeping into flesh
like the steady staccato
of a leaky faucet
The smell of rot
permeates the walls
which she built
to hide
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Her bed is a coffin,
leaking fumes
of formaldehyde,
the taste of methanol
heavy on her tongue,
just as the house
she dwells in
is a prison
consumed by rot.
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This is the fifth poem in RE: SURGENCE, a poetry collection by Amanda Starks that shares what it's like to have and fight against mental illness in a free-form, lyrical prose.
Be aware that topics and themes may include suicide, self-harm, and isolation.
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About the Creator
Amanda Starks
Epic fantasy writer, poet, and hopefully soon-to-be novelist who wants to create safe spaces to talk about mental health. Magic, swords, and monsters abound!
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